- [last lines]
- Phoebe: I know you're not like that George Harrison. Whenever he's away from his wife for a couple of nights, she knows what he's up to.
- Gary: How would she know?
- Phoebe: Well, deep down inside, a woman always knows. Piece of cake?
- Gary: Piece of cake. I wish it was, Phoebe, I only wish it was.
- Gary: Hello.
- [holding out his petition]
- Gary: Would you like to sign?
- TV Reporter: Oh, sorry, I'm from the BBC.
- Gary: I see. And you're not allowed to have your own opinion.
- TV Reporter: Under the present regime, it's not advisable.
- [first lines]
- Gary: Is that you, Mrs Bloss? I'm afraid I must remain deaf to your blandishments. No, my body is a temple of purity. Even if you offered to reduce my rent...
- Phoebe: Gary, it's me.
- Gary: Oh. Come on in. I wasn't ex... What's wrong?
- Phoebe: Oh, Gary, this came this morning.
- Gary: From Donald.
- Phoebe: From the brewery. They want me out.